My SIL graciously invited us to her beach house for the day, and the Salad and I graciously accepted. And we then invited my mother along for the ride. Thanks, Aunt Nicky!
Growing up without cousins, it brings me a great amount of joy to see these 5 cousins play together. 4 - 4 year olds and 1 - 6 year old, who takes her role as older cousin very seriously. Not a quarrel, or whine all day. Just a lot of wave jumping, castle building, M burying, hole digging and hand holding.
And who cares if only 1 among them could figure out how to ride those dang bumper cars?
I had a good laugh going over the bridge on the way home, when after a long tiring day in the sun, my mom got a little punch drunk. She was supposed to be reading the Salad a Strawberry Shortcake book. About 3/4 of the way through the book, I realized that what she was saying wasn't making much sense. She was just kinda saying words. "Berry." "Spiders." "Pancakes." "Haunted House." "Play." "Apple Dumplin'." Lucky for her, the Salad was a bit punch drunk, too and while they appeared to be listening with rapt attention, nobody questioned the missing story line.
Eh, who wants to read a book about Halloween in July anyway? At least, I think it was about Halloween. I may have missed some of it. I may have been a little punch drunk myself.
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